Dirty Sanchez - Yuck lyrics

[Verse 1] Just spent 50 racks on the Cali pack Just to open up my cataracts f** your main b**h in her Cadillac Yeah the truth hurts and that's satisfaction Get it? You gon' regret it Fronting never, front and center, 47 And I'll always be ign'ant f**ing a cinnamon women Creampieing all in that p**y She thinks she's crème de la crème She wants a dirty motherf**er, not effeminate men And I just love her, she sing on the dick I think I'm a fan Plus I'm just spinning, spinning My car go round, round, round And we so different when I'm in it She go "ow, ow, ow" I leave you hurt too I leave you hurt too [Verse 2] You do your worse, I'll do my best I got Medusa on my gla**es Cause my eyes is stoned, I'm high alone The Devil's trying to grab me I'm grabbing onto the money Got buzz from Monday to Monday Head high like my nose is runny You got nosebleed seats Can you see me? Can you see me? I be ghost, I be ghost And it's all about the wrist Like where the Rollie be Pa** the Rosie O'Donnell Yeah that's the big big bottle And if your third eye blind, you might not see tomorrow I'm on my way to infinity and beyond Can't get rid of me It just hit you like a ton of bricks I'm dope, man, I'm dope That's supply and demand When you supplying the man Now the only way their sleeping 'cause the game in a choke [Outro] It's the D-I-R-T-Y Prolly a naughty guy Tommy and Nautica But my Smoker's Club papers keep my cypher complete My circle's smaller than the multiple choice joint My circle's smaller than the multiple choice joint My circle's smaller than the multiple choice joint